Seems I didn’t maintain the word limit this week, nor did I actually post on Friday. Was I nice? Possibly not. Bad Stella!

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Legend has it you can bring a loved one home by wrapping yourself in the vines of their home and professing your love for them. Seemed silly, he knew, yet he would try anything that might help bring her home to him. She was the light of his life, his heart, and he was forever lost without her. He had been waiting too long to be whole again.

Saturday morning he headed out towards her villa. He walked the few miles, stopping only for some light fare and water along the way. Maybe it was his hope, optimism this could work, he didn’t know, but it seemed the world was just a much more beautiful and positive place this morning.

He was hot when he arrived, the blazing sun and walk having caught up with him, so he stripped his shirt before starting with the vines. He pulled and twisted, wrapping the vines about his body as he leaned against the brick protecting wall.

Once finished, sweat dripped from his brow until the coolness of the brick vined wall soothed his fiery skin and calmed his beating heart. He turned his head towards the heavens and prayed for his love to return. He professed his love and longing for her, his desire to hold her close to him again, to be complete and whole.

Time passed. Silence enveloped him as the dusk moved in and the birds went off to nest. He began to worry that the whole vine legend was just that, a legend, a hoax, an old fairy tale that did nothing but tell a lovely bedtime story for children to dream about.

He felt defeated and was about to untangle himself and head home when he caught sight of something in the window. A dim light in the villa gave light to the shadows that moved within it. His heart leapt before plunging to depths of heartbreak. She was one of the shadows but the other shadow wasn’t him. There was another holding her, kissing her, stroking her.

He was frozen in that moment, unable to move, lost to everything. The vines that had earlier comforted him now trapped him. The wall that had soothed him now chilled. The light that had given him hope now only showed him there was no hope.

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Jim really wanted to get some sexy pictures to submit to the SelfLove.org contest. I wanted them too, I thought. It wasn’t like I never took pictures or video, but doing it to send off to strangers in hopes of winning some contest that was open to everyone in the free world, now that was a long shot at best. I just couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something bad was going to happen.

As I lay there, pretending to be all into it, I found myself getting really turned on. I imagined a group of men standing around in their suit and ties, looking at the pictures and getting aroused, getting aroused by me, my body, my movements. Then I imagined those big dark men I see in the Hedonism ads all buff and oiled up. They could take me I thought. They could take me all together if they wanted. Damn, the thought nearly sent me over the edge.

“Oh, baby, yeah baby, cum for me, let me see it.”

“Put that thing down and come take me.” I wanted him to shut up so I could keep playing the fantasy in my head.

Then reality took over.

That was over a year ago. I knew I should never have listened to that pitiful man. He used the video from that day to get in on a blackjack game and lost. Now here I am strapped to a bed giving myself up to some other creep, wagering myself in order to get the video back.

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Before she was found
alone and bound
she was at a party
for her a rarity
she drank the kool-aid
those silly boys made
drinks and games,
she became their party favor
all the boys and men,
each had their own way with her

After they were done
she was left naked and alone
no arms held her
no caresses soothed her
thrown aside
she just wanted to hide
young Fong took pity
I’ll help you, said he
suddenly feeling repentant
over his shoulder she went

Now nearly home
he became undone
what kind of man
does such things to a woman?
his father would be upset
more than his hand he would surely get
so he dropped her
on the road she landed
and he left her there
alone and stranded

This is my first attempt at Flash Fiction Friday. Since I am quickly writing this on my phone I hope I manage to follow all the rules. It is a continuation of my last Wicked Wednesday post, Perfect Spring Day.

So, here we go….

Keywords: Peek/Peak (must use both)

Word Length: 200
(exactly 200 or spankings will be issued)

Forbidden words: Chipotle, Asparagus, & Chilly

Bonus Words: if you write two versions, you can make them 250 words each.

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I turned to peek around the tree and saw him walking on, seemingly oblivious to his actions of a few moments ago. He called for me to get a move on, he was hungry. I shook my head, trying to get back from that head space he had just brought me to, pulled up my pants, smoothed my shirt, and continued.

As we came into the clearing by the river, the peak of Volu Mount appeared to the south. It reminded me of my own peaks when aroused, and with the fuck Victor had just given me mine were aching for attention. I wanted more, but would I get it? Today? Tonight? When would he use me like that again?

Not knowing kept me in a state of constant arousal through the rest of our hike. Even on the ride back he acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had occured. Damn, I was a wreck! Every time he came near me I would jump. Not from fear, but from a heightened sense of anticipation. Every inch of me was aroused.

Then, at the dinner table, he peered up from behind his fork full of roast beast and I knew.

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